Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior.

In the distance, the sudden change in the situation also caused the scar-faced Sand Ninja to lose consciousness for a moment, but he quickly recovered from that scene.

"When?"

His expression changed, and he glanced at the corpse of his companion who was still arrogant and wanton a few seconds ago, but now suddenly had his head separated, and then glanced at the corpse of another companion who had died long ago.

That brat...

Have you been waiting for them here all along?

Think of yourself as the predator, the corpse of your companion as the bait, and the two of them as the prey?

But that idiot was a real chuunin, a ninja with the potential to become a jounin, not the kind of mass-produced cannon fodder.

At such a close distance, no matter how careless that idiot was, there was no way he wouldn't be able to hear the extra breathing or heartbeat!

Unless... the kid's breathing and heartbeat were very soft, consistent with the breathing and heartbeat of one of them.

Thinking of this, the expression of the scar-faced Sand Ninja suddenly turned ugly. He looked at the figure and said in a cold tone: "A person from Kirigakure?"

The ability shown by this kid reminded him of the "silent killing technique" of those bastards in Kirigakure Village.

But doesn’t Kirigakure have no intention of participating in the war?

"Ok?"

The scar-faced sand ninja suddenly frowned, looked at Yunkuan for a moment, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and asked doubtfully, "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Unfortunately, his doubts were not answered.

The man just turned his back to him and looked at the two little ones who were lost in thought.

This made the scar-faced sand-nin couldn't help but have an idea: it seemed that in that guy's eyes, these two brats deserved more attention than himself.

"Most people in this world are like fallen leaves, helplessly floating, rolling and trembling in the air, and finally languishing on the ground helplessly, becoming the nourishment for the next generation..."

The man's voice echoed in his ears, and Yahiko asked in a daze: "So, you mean... they turned the Kingdom of Rain into what it is now, but they couldn't help it, not because they wanted to?"

His doubts were not answered.

I just heard the man seem to smile slightly.

Then I felt the figure in front of me squat down, holding an umbrella and looking down at the two little ones lying on the ground.

Behind him was the blood-colored moonlight, which fell on the somewhat immature profile, but there was a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, creating a deep outline.

Only then did Xiaonan see his appearance clearly.

He looked about ten years old, and his appearance was the same as his voice. He looked like a very gentle person.

——If you ignore the sharp dagger in your hand that is still bleeding.

"Oh, sorry, were you scared?"

As if aware of Xiaonan's gaze, the boy blinked and flicked the short knife in his hand.

After a crescent moon-like drop of blood spattered out, he inserted the sword into the scabbard at his waist somewhat casually.

"My name is Kumokawa, Tsukimi Sato Kumokawa."

Looking at the two little ones in front of him, the young man named "Tsukimi Sato Unkawa" had a deep meaning in his eyes, and asked with a slight smile: "Can you tell me your names?"

"Tsukimi-sato" means "the place where the moon can be seen" in Japanese, and the literal translation means "no mountain".

It is precisely because of the "no mountain" that we can "see the moon".

Coupled with the name "Unchuan", it means "a vast river reflecting the clouds and moonlight".

Under the gentle gaze, Yahiko still showed a trace of hesitation, but Xiaonan subconsciously blurted out: "My, my name is Xiaonan."

"Xiao Nan..." Hearing this, Yun Chuan's mouth curved a little more. He stretched out his hand to rub the girl's slightly messy blue-purple hair. He tilted his head and said with a gentle smile, "You guys walked a long way, right?"

Feeling the warmth from the hand above her head, Xiao Nan was stunned for a moment, then blushed and lowered her head and nodded gently.

"That's it." Yunchuan seemed to find the girl's reaction a bit interesting. He couldn't help but put down his hand, looked at the dumbfounded Yahiko aside, and chuckled, "They are all brave."

Buzz! Buzz!

The moment the words fell, several buzzing sounds suddenly sounded!

Yahiko felt a coldness between his brows, and his pupils reflected the several shurikens flying towards Kumokawa behind him. They were shrouded in the sky-covering coldness, and even his heart stagnated.

Suna Ninja chose what he thought was the best opportunity to break the fragile balance between him and Kumokawa.

"Body, behind..."

A muffled sound came from Yahiko's throat, but his hands and feet couldn't move one step ahead of the death intention.

But before the words came out of his mouth.

The short sword with a blade as cold as autumn water was unsheathed and drew several arcs of light in the air.

Flash Scabbard·Eight o'clock rush!

Ding ding! Ding! !

The dagger swept through the rain and made a crisp buzz, and several dazzling sparks exploded in front of Yahiko, bursting and splashing in the slightly dark alley.

The poison-soaked shuriken that was shot silently was cut down, and stone chips were splashed on the ground behind Yahiko and at his feet. It wiped his forehead and took away a drop of cold sweat, and some stone chips hit his cheeks. Hot and painful.

"..."

Suddenly coming back to his senses, the sound of the trembling sword echoed clearly in Yahiko's ears.

Seeing the dagger lying in front of him clearly, his dilated pupils gradually widened.

Yunchuan in front of him just held out the short knife in his hand, interrupting the ending of his brain-shattering rainy night.

"You just said you couldn't help yourself?"

Kumokawa took back the short sword and held it in his hand, as if muttering to himself, or answering Yahiko's question just now: "People who are deceived are not only because they are stupid, but also because they are willing to believe it."

"Rather than saying it's something you can't help yourself, let's say it's your own fault."

"What I want to express is that for many things, the determining factor is not the thing itself, but something other than the thing."

For some reason, Xiaonan heard some kind of emotional resonance in his tone.

"..." Yahiko shook his head in a daze, "I... don't understand."

Are these words too early for a kid?

Even if he is a brat with leadership potential.

"Then just remember something."

Yun Chuan sighed and said softly: "Being strong doesn't need an excuse. Being weak is the best reason."

"When you are weak, even living in a humble way is a mistake."

In this world, weakness is the original sin.

Kaka! Click!

In the distance, a figure appeared next to the scar-faced sand ninja. The figure was covered in black robes and could not see its face.

"Kid."

His ten fingers were slightly bent, and the threads of condensed chakra extended out, connecting the black-robed puppet. The veins on his forehead were beating wildly. He stared at the figure in the alley and said coldly, word by word: "I'm asking Can’t you hear me?”

The cold tone with murderous intent made the two of Xiaonan shudder, especially after seeing the puppet, there was a sense of fear in their hearts.

Sunagakure Village is considered to be the weakest in terms of comprehensive strength among the major countries participating in this war.